Well, due the fact that people keep emailing me asking when I’ll announce the winners of the below contest, I suppose I should do just that.

Winner #1: COUNTRYATHEART was the first to guess that I got a goat. I’m sure you read about all our goat problems on my momsie’s blog too. An update: My goat Belle went in to the vet yesterday and they pulled the drain out of the wound. He said that she looks great and in two weeks he will pull out all her stitches. And I’m sure you wanted to hear that in a post about candy.

Last night I finished the last of the candy (there will be no butterscotch. I’ve replaced it with caramel truffles) and we made our rounds throughout the Eastern side of TN dropping it off unexpectedly at people’s houses. One family was even in their PJ‘s. We still have more places to stop by though. Afterwards, Dad and I convinced mom to go to Olive Garden. It was a fun night and we got home at 11:30.

The first night of my candy making was very funny. After finishing the chocolate pecan fudge, I leaned over the sink and licked the whisk. All of the sudden I hear, "Do not yick, Coie! Do not YICK!". I turned and saw King James watching me. I continued licking until he fairly shrilled, "Do NOT YICK, COIE! You will die!"

I giggled my head off and told my mom and aunt. Then I returned to the kitchen and dramatically finished off the fudge on the whisk and then dropped to the floor where James could see me. He turned his head to the livingroom and said, "Coie dead." The moms either ignored him or didn’t hear him. He ran in there and yelled, "COIE DIED!". Seeing that he got no response and thinking that I was in grave danger, he took the matter into his own hands. He ran into the forbidden room- the dreaded kitchen and put his hands under my head. As he tried to lift, the mere exertion caused him to pass gas. Since he couldn’t pick up my head, he tried to get a better grip by grabbing my ears. By this time I could not stop myself from laughing. Then he realized there was no danger and he laughed too. I’m happy to have a 3 year old brother that would try to save me on his own.

So… Something good DID come out of our surprise attack by carpet guys! We are all still a little punchy here… we all jump and say "What was that?" at every little creeky, squeaky noise!

I tried to tell Kaitlyn about winning the candy and she was too sound asleep already (its 10 ish)… she helped shop on Wednesday, Cook/Bake on Thursday and clean house today… she is one tired girl.

She even did laundry for me…. Whatever am I going to have left for ME to do if this girl works me right on out of a job??? 🙂 I guess I'll just have to have a new baby to keep me occupied! (Lord willing)

Your brother is a riot. I know for a fact that your candy is safe to eat because, well, I have eaten a lot. 🙂 It is yummy-licious. Thanks for going to all that trouble and for the "late" night deliveries. It was neato to open the door in the middle of the night and see you guys. OK, I know that it wasn't the middle of the night, but man was it dark. By the way, I was dead asleep by 11:30.

Merry Christmas Coie! I can't wait 'till I have this baby so that I can be more social. I really miss you guys.

I have my own theory about this. I think that the reason he shrieked, "Coie, do NOT yick" is because he had DONE something to the batter. He didn't want to tell you what it was…but yup, he did something nasty to it. As you dove down for a slurp, he simply tried to warn you that you'd die if you proceeded. What a nice little boy. Wonder what he did to it to begin with. By the way, don't give me any of that for Christmas, please.